That is how much time has passed since the last post. I wonder if I've done myself a disservice by failing to record anything from that period. Friendships have formed, plants have grown and wilted, food has been prepared and consumed, arguments have arisen and been resolved, ideas have been entertained and tossed aside, art has been acquired, and dreams have taken new shape. How many experiences will be lost to an unfaithful memory? Mine is pretty darn good, but I have to assume some details are already fuzzing out from lack of recall.
Anyway, after seven months here I can say with conviction that I am smitten with Seattle. It's a strange place and that's what I like about it. It certainly has the potential to be my home for several years to come. Despite my early doubts, there is in fact a fun dance scene here, full of characters to be loved and despised. After experimenting with a few crowds, I have found a niche at a particular studio in Fremont which has proven itself to be the most chill of all salsa studios.
I've been reading a lot. A LOT. I feel like my head is a bumper car ring with all these ideas and images going around and around and chocando with each other. Every time I wake up the electricity gets switched on and all the cars start running. Each novel, article, comic, and occasional nonfiction book becomes a new car on the ring, increasing the number of collisions. It gets confusing.
In other news, I have a pink wig. It makes me feel like a super hero.
